It felt fresher, more airy and windy–less like an oven. After hours of sitting in a plane, they could finally walk. Straight into sand. In fact, he could already feel the sand slithering into his sneakers. “I can’t remember the last time I was at a beach,” he confessed, looking around as they made their way towards a small trail that would lead to the small houses they would all stay in. ”The sand feels hot.”
She’d yawn, stretching both arms out as they began to take their first couple of steps onto to sand. The weather was beautiful, hopefully it would stay this way the whole time they were there. “Then this time I’ll make sure you remember !!” She chuckles, “Of course it’ll be hot -- It’s sand.” She says as they begin to walk down the trail, not far ahead she spots the houses. “Look, they’re so quaint!”